Dragoncrest Cliffs we begin in the dark and birth is the death of us

-scoots everyone to the den-

the available party all worked to move heda to portia's den. dalia ushered the trio of babies out and kept their attention elsewhere, moving them deeper into hougeda and away from the scene unfolding. portia gave a soft, thankful nod to her daughter and watched her go, the greyscale girl looking mortified. it was a problem for later. 

 "down carefully," she said, taking a heaving breath and she and artaax put down their half of the commander. when heda was resting on the ground, portia moved to drag the hide that she used for the puppies, draping it over thuringwethil's shoulders. "she's cold and wet-- she might develop pneumonia, we need to monitor her," she informed the crowd of wolves that had been helping. "rose-- will you check for any major wounds? besides the head-- i will finish patching that."